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Baroque... Oh Music Sweet.

The sound of baroque  fills the air
the lively beats one can hear 
 as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance  upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy field
as snow cascade down from  cypress trees.
Violins squeak ...Trombones blare
mandolins vibrate the inner ear.
The harp thrills......soft ripples along the  narrow stream,
fish jumping into sunbeams.
Cymbals clash , a metallic crash...splintered timbers caught in lightening flash
A silent throb...the  music dims... a cool beeze flows over the hills
 soothing, drawing  all into a warm embrace
calming the spirit , slowing the pace.
The music wanes...... delicate snowflakes stuck to window panes
A Grand finale......twitching nerves that  long for solace. 
Silence now as the music stops.
Peace follows music sweet.... into dreams.
 Baroque music lives not weep.
Sleep now ....sleep.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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